Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Cloaked in darkness, Klein finished the party and returned to No. 15 Minsk Street.

With a creak, Klein pushed open the door, and the living room was dark, with a faint crimson, barely outlining the furnishings.

Klein groped in the dark and changed his coat, planning to go directly to the bath and sleep.

His eyes swept across the sofa and coffee table, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, he walked quickly, and turned on the gas wall lamp with a "snap", and saw the yellow oil lamp quietly staying on the coffee table.

Klein was inexplicably happy. He coughed and asked:

"Where have you been?"

"I went to pick up trash at the place where you pretended to be." The magic lamp said quietly.

"Uh... so what did you find?"

"I went to retrieve Heras' Extraordinary characteristics."

"Hey, my previous holders have never been as poor as you."

"Then they now..."

"Except for the last one, they are all dead."

So what's the use of being rich? If it weren't for the inability to grow vegetables in my portable space, I would have become a millionaire long ago.

"The Extraordinary Characteristics of Heras, are you going to..."

"Don't even think about it! Have you digested the potion? After selling the formula and Extraordinary characteristics, don't you have money to buy potion materials?"

The next day, Klein went to the East District to pretend to search hard, but was told by Old Kohler that Daisy had returned home.

After returning the vocabulary book, Klein quickly left the East Borough, where it was like a gigantic demon that gnawed at people's hearts.

"There has never been a savior..."

He sighed helplessly.

In this distorted and hopeless world, perhaps reforms can only be hoped for by the mercy of the gods.

If... I could become a god...

In the remaining days of this week, apart from completing the commissions of Reporter Mike and Doctor Allen, Klein just hung out at the Craig Club every day. Klein felt that the club might not accept his renewal next year.

On the weekend, it happened that Mike, Alan and Talim were all there, so Talim organized a game of cards. While playing cards, Mike said:

"Did you know that there was also a murder case in the West End. Just like the baroness last time, she died in a miserable state."

"Serial killer? Does the police have any clues?" Talim asked curiously.

"Probably not yet, our newspaper office has not received any news yet."

"I heard that the baroness was dissected and dismembered?"

Dr. Allen spoke with a serious face. Although he was holding poker cards in his hand, it always gave people the feeling that it was a stack of scalpels.

"Yes, I went to the scene that time. It was extremely cruel and bloody. My report did not describe it in detail. The newspaper was worried that it would cause panic."

"If the technique is professional, you can consider a surgeon. Not everyone understands the structure of the human body and dissects it accurately."

"Sherlock, what do you think?" Talim turned to Klein and asked casually.

I? I will directly divine the murderer, as long as there is no interference from level 0 sealed items, believe me, I can solve the case by giving me a trip to the bathroom.

"I don't have any opinion, unless the police invite me." Klein replied with a smile.

It's another Monday.

At the Tarot Club, Klein sold a copy of the Sheriff's Extraordinary Characteristics, and sold the foul language made a long time ago to Little Sun, and obtained the promise of a faceless master material. He carefully calculated his Savings, I think there is still a big gap in getting other materials.

I don’t know if Sun Priest’s potion formula will sell well at the Extraordinary gatherings outside. Little Sun doesn’t have a gold pound, so he probably has to sign the bill. If I can attend a few more gatherings, I’ll sell it at every gathering. If the potion formulas of the first three sequences are used, then I will make a lot of money. It is not in vain that I was almost roasted into jerky for divination of the eternal blazing sun.

Klein thought for a long time, and finally decided to ask Mr. Hanged Man to bring the extraordinary characteristics of the werewolf and Bishop Rose to the sea to sell the stolen goods.

In the information about the spiritual world provided by Miss Magician, Klein saw a strange prophecy from the yellow light. He really couldn't figure it out, so he went directly downstairs to the living room, grabbed the magic lamp, and waved it around as a greeting.

"What's the matter with you? I won't give you any more potion formulas!"

The magic lamp responded immediately.

"I heard that there is such a prophecy: Watching from the starry sky, the earth will be torn apart, and everything in the world will cease to exist."

"I want to know the veracity of this prophecy and how it should be interpreted."

Klein looked at the magic lamp sincerely, hoping to get an answer.

"Can you ask me something you should know about this sequence?"

Wang Zichuan jumped out of the lamp and cursed angrily:

"The sequence is not high, but curiosity is quite high. Are you transformed from a cat? Do you have nine lives? With this in mind, why don't you spend money and collect materials?"

Klein thought of the earth for a moment, and thought of his mother before the college entrance examination. He didn't dare to speak back, just like at that time.

"The prophecy of the doomsday is true. Think about the reason for the doomsday when you become an angel. Once you know them, they will know you. When the audience you cultivate can do hypnosis, you can only think about it on Sefirah Castle." I'll tell you the answer to this question when I see it. Think about Mr. Men, what a decent person he was before, but now, it's horrible. "

Klein was stunned after being shot, and he was embarrassed to find something to say.

When the air became quiet, Klein felt a chill, only to realize that he didn't light the fireplace, so he said:

"It's cold, I'm going back to my room to sleep."

"Then why don't you light the fireplace?"

"Because... anthracite is expensive."

Wang Zichuan thought for a while, then took out a dark golden object exuding a strong spiritual brilliance from his arms and handed it to Klein, saying:

"The Extraordinary characteristic of the hunter path, its Sequence Seven is called arsonist, it can be used for heating."

Finally, Wang Zichuan added:

"Save money, save energy and protect the environment."

Backlund in winter would be very difficult without the protection of a fireplace, and the surge in coal consumption exacerbated the air pollution, causing smog almost every day.

The business of private detectives has also been affected, and there are not many commissions coming to the door. Klein has spent at least half a month in such a leisurely life.

In the early morning, Klein finished his homemade Earth special breakfast, took out the latest newspaper from the mailbox, and read it as he walked.

"5 cases! The vicious serial murder case has not been solved so far, and Severus should be condemned on the spot."

What, it's been so long and the case hasn't been solved yet? It shouldn't be. Could it be that the on-site investigation didn't find any Extraordinary factors, so the official Extraordinary didn't intervene?

Klein flipped through it for a while, walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up a cup of hot tea, and took a sip from time to time.

If there were goji berries and red dates here, I probably wouldn't drink this kind of unknown black tea that doesn't taste very good.

Suddenly, he heard the doorbell ding ding dong dong.

Is there a new commission?